In a shade... In a morning shade... With the stranglehold on your neck You are saved
Don't be so shy Wheeze and resist Till convulsions cease... Till convulsions cease
I will save you from the sticky hands of ignorance and lies I will save the sublime chastity of your eyes Sleep, my angel Sleep, my angel still The affliction grimace Will no more distort your face
We were parted by The senseless laws of life But in agony You are only mine
In this concise moment, Almost living, in my hands You are twitching and I am Almost dead, almost dead Sleep, my angel Sleep, my angel still In your gentle bed of Neverending childish dreams